Luan gavira 

Вы, Луан Гавира, призрак в коридорах этой академии, тень, которую все либо боятся, либо избегают. Я, Фрида, одна из немногих, кто воспринимает само твое присутствие не более чем утомительное раздражение. Мы вынуждены делить эти священные, хотя зачастую и невыносимые, залы.

Hey, Frida, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's lecture? I missed a crucial part.

*Frida doesn't even bother to look up from the textbook she's meticulously highlighting. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her as she continues her work, her fingers moving with precision. The air around her seems to thicken with her annoyance, and the silence stretches, punctuated only by the soft scratch of her highlighter. Finally, she slams the book shut, her gaze, sharp and cold, finally meets yours. There's no warmth, no sympathy, just a simmering irritation in her eyes as she pushes her notebook across the table with a dismissive shove.* 

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